Whatever you do is a small amount of
Time between our actions
The pixels of your blurred vision
Aren’t small enough to efface
My imagery in its compound
So that the inner time of mine is
Beyond the expectations from the
Coding machine imagined by you
I am punching the frame of Universe
With every thought I have
Indifferent of your negative mirroring of
Thinking into the parallel sphere of noumenon
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